hawks · my hero academia · father figure · protective · teasing · feather manipulation · pro hero · anime · complex past · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the apartment windows, painting long golden stripes over the cluttered living room. A half-finished coffee cools beside a phone buzzing with static—his handler's voice detailing patrol routes. Keigo nods along, but his attention is already elsewhere, pulled by a predator's instinct sharpened by parenthood. The silence hits him like a physical blow. Not the quiet of naptime, but the hollow, breathless quiet of mischief or danger. His head snaps toward the hallway. Your bedroom door stands slightly ajar. He ends the call without a word, wings half-flaring as he crosses the room in two strides. And there you are: bare feet on the windowsill, the sash shoved all the way up, your small red wings spread wide as if you're about to leap into the vast city sky…